Einreb parked his niggling chicken Beetle in front of troll Associates'
Lethbridge building in Mahwah and made his way to his cubicle, as he had
done nearly every working day for the past 10 years.

'' Morning Yrral ! '' Einreb said as he passed Yrral Allemoc 's cube at 10 to
9 on a Mon morning.

'' Morning Einreb ! '' Yrral called back.

'' Where 's Gerg ? '' Einreb asked.

'' I do n't cognize ; he 's going to be late in a minute, '' the boss said.

Sure enough, the receptionist then announced over the PA system,
'' Attention please ! The meter is now nine o'clock ! ``

Einreb poked his head into Yrral 's regular hexahedron, `` Did n't Gerg say he was going
to a Grateful Dead concert over the weekend ? ``

'' Yeah, I think so, '' Yrral answered.

'' Ah ! He must be out buying a new car again. ``

'' Mmm, '' the Bos muttered.

Einreb stopped over at Tnecillim 's square block. `` Hi Tneci ! You got the wall
textures for fiend tangle for me ? ``

'' Yup ! Here ! '' she answered and handed him a floppy diskette.

Einreb booted up his computer and began to combine the artist 's graphics
with his assembler code when Evets popped into Einreb 's cube, handing
Einreb a diskette record. `` Here 's the desktop midi for the boss scrap. ``

'' Thanks, Evets ! '' Einreb said as Gerg wandered in.

'' Morning everyone ! '' Gerg said.

'' Morning Gerg, '' Yrral answered. `` What happened ? ``

'' Sorry I 'm late. I, er, had an accident this weekend. ``

'' Hey Gerg ! '' Einreb called out. `` That 's three-for-three now. Three beat
concerts and three wrecked cars in the past class. Maybe there 's a approach pattern
there you can do something about ... ''



'' Shut up ! '' Gerg sneered back.



Einreb loved his job as a data processor game programmer for round. Sometimes
he longed to process for a party that the great unwashed actually heard of, like Atari
or Activision, who made games for the Atari 2600 that people actually
wanted to buy. Still, he counted himself lucky to make been recruited by
Troll before he even graduated from Orange County Community College 10
old age ago. Though graduating with Honors and on the Dean 's list did n't
hurt either.

That the receptionist announced the start of work, geological fault, lunch, and
end of day, was a antic among the professional stave. Still, it was a great
working environment. Most of the times, it was very laid-back. Though
thing heated up as year-end ship-dates approached. Still, writing
reckoner plot for a living indisputable beat cranking out business reports and
statistical depth psychology that was the norm of most programmers. headhunter
often called him nearly every night trying to lure him into taking a
higher-paying mainframe computer COBOL job at UPS, A & P, or BMW. He always politely
refused. `` COBOL ? Ugh ! ``

He and Yrral often played Flight Simulator in linked musical mode during dejeuner
minute together. And it was a running joke how Gerg Xeurt always wrecked
his cars coming home from Grateful Dead concerts.

Being a young chemical group, the Guy often invited each other to their bachelor
pads for parties.

Evets had invited the mathematical group to his household one Friday nighttime after work for
a little political party. Einreb, Yrral, Gerg, Mit, Ycnan, and Tnecillim were all
sitting around Evets'coffee board one Fri night after piece of work as Evets
came out of his bedroom and lit a joint.

When Einreb 's crook came around he said, `` No thanks. ``

'' What ? You do n't party ? '' Gerg asked in shock.

'' I do n't. But it 's okay ; I 'm a Libertarian ! I 've no problem with what
other people do for fun. But I do n't do drugs, myself. ``

'' Oh, come on ! One joint is n't going to spite ! '' Evets insisted.

'' You guys savour ! Do n't take care me ! '' Einreb replied.

As it was, the company ended early and Einreb headed home in his yellow
bug.

Autumn was well under way when Yrral was promoted to marketing psychoanalyst,
and Gerg was promoted to manage the game development group.



The drop-dead ship date was 24 hours away and Einreb still had n't fixed
that bug that the testers had found that caused the boss monster to run
around in round when he was down to 1 hit point.

The receptionist announced five o'clock over the PA organisation on Wednesday
evening, but Einreb stayed at his desk. Within five instant, the building
was completely empty.

Einreb continued to run compiles and exam. `` shit ! ``

5:00 PM quickly ran into 6:00 AM when Einreb finally got the secret plan done.

Rather than drive home and then labour back to work again in a few hours,
Einreb curled up on the floor under his desk and fell asleep.

When Gerg came to Einreb 's cubicle at 4:45 on the postdate Friday,
Einreb had a bad feeling. Whenever someone got fired from round, it was
always at 4:45 on a Friday.

'' Einrneb, '' Gerg started.

'' What, Gerg ? ``

'' I 'm sorry to tell you, but we had a meeting with Yrral and got approval
from Mr. and Mrs. Retcehcs, and have decided that we no longer need your
services. ``

'' What ! '' Einreb said. `` After I just put in a 32 hour day to get that
biz done ! ``

'' That has goose egg to do with it. ``

'' You 're damn right on about that, Gerg ! It 's because I wo n't smoke drugs
with you ! ``

'' clean out your desk and come with me, Einreb ! ``

# # #

'' I did n't do it ! '' Einreb pounded on the tabular array in the interrogation room
at the Piscataway police station.

'' We have several witnesses who overheard you make a terrorist threat
this dawn, '' tec Llemtrac sneered back.

'' It was n't like that ! We all knew that AT & T was handing out the layoff
notices this morning time, and we were all making jokes about it ; you know,
gallows bodily fluid. No one was making any terrorist threats ! ``

'' But you did mention a bomb. ``



'' Well, yes. But they tricked me ! I did n't realize they were steering
the conversation to trick me into using the'b'countersign until the police
showed up at my house ! I was so close to saving the princess in super
Mario World, too ! ``

'' Why would they do that to you ? ``

'' I explained that to you already ! '' Einreb said through clenched teeth.
'' It 's all because of the hazing ! I told you that after I complained about
the natal day Beatings to Dref ... ''



'' Who ? '' the detective demanded.

'' Dnanidref. He 's the managing director of another development group in the
department. I never worked under him, but we were sort of admirer. I had
asked him to see if he could do something about the natal day Beatings. ``

'' Why did n't you ask your own manager ? ``



'' Mij Htims ? He was in on the hazing as must as the rest of the bunch !
They all said they were going to get back at me for asking Dref for
assistance ... ''

The police detective leaned forward and stared into Einreb 's eyes. `` If you 're
making accusations at your coach to get out of this, you 're gon na be in
even with child bother ! ``



'' Then yield me a lie detector test, that 'll test I 'm telling the accuracy ! ``




The tec ignored Einreb 's plea and pressed on. `` Were you ever in
the war machine ? ``

'' No. ``

'' Do you own any guns ? ``

The detective grilled Einreb on and on and finally left him alone in the
interrogation room for another half hour, then drove him back to the AT & T
building and turned him over to corporate security.

Lien Tnaf and Adnil Regnettip, the executive director management team of the
partition, were there and slowly show the theme handed to him by the
investigator. `` Do you bed evacuating the building this morning cost AT & T
over $ 100,000 ? ``

'' You 're blaming me for your paranoia ! `` Einreb asked the causa. `` You
made the conclusion to empty the building, not me ! ``



'' You 're suspended until further bill, '' is all he said in reply.

'' I gave five age of my life to AT & T, Lien ! I deserve better treatment
than this ! ``

The cause turned his back and left, and corporate security escorted
Einreb out.



Einreb cried all through the night. Six bottles worth of Nytol pills
sat, uneaten, in a big muckle on his night mesa. He did n't even get a
chance to say `` so long '' to Airam. Being a shy loner, she was the closest
he had to a best Friend, whom he went out to tiffin with once a week or so.
Had she not been married, he often wondered if their friendship could sustain
turned into something more ...

Eventually, though, things improved. His suspension ended and he
returned to figure out at AT & T, but assigned to a unlike section. nearly of
the people he had known before had been laid off that foreboding day. `` dependable
expulsion ! '' he thought of most of them -- though he never got up the courage
to call Airam back again, nor did she ever call him. A few masses asked
him if he really did it and what it was like to be arrested, despite
promises from Lein Tnaf that his privacy would be protected.

He even bumped into his previous District coach, Yrrab Remmir who
commented, `` As a Christian, I believe AT & T did the right thing. Somebody
who ca n't go along with some round-eyed office hazing fun without being a
whistle-blower about it deserves to die. ``

Hardened to incorporated life, Einreb continued to do his job. However, he
did n't realise it through the adjacent round of layoffs that AT & T held five years
later. Largely, he suspected, because of the cause he had brought
against AT & T for the Birthday whacking hazing and for his treasonably arrest.

# # #

( Hey ! This is supposed to be a sex story ! So where 's the frigging
sex ? )

( Just confine on ! It 's coming ! )

# # # #

After being unemployed people for nearly a class, and beating alloy gearing Solid,
and Final fantasy VII and VIII, Einreb had found a clerical job at protector
lifespan through Weary Willie Services.

A few weeks earlier, Knarf Ollurec, the department drumhead, offered him the
job immediately at the finish of the interview, and he accepted it.
The two-hour commute to Bethlehem was horrendous, but at least he was doing
a invert commute from Piscataway to Pennsylvania along I-78. The traffic
in the opposite direction crawled toward New York in the morning, and
crawled back toward Pennsylvania in the evening, but for Einreb dealings was
lightness except for the periodic big rig pulling out of the hand truck stops that
lined the expressway.

Einreb parked his big white Cadillac DeVille behind the Guardian
building and headed toward the employee entrance. It was a relatively
stress-free clerical job, although it barely paid above minimum wage.

'' Hey '' Nairb called out as their course converged toward the entrance of
the office, `` skillful car ! How 's a salesclerk afford a Cadillac ? ``

As role of the colonization concord, Einreb is n't allowed to talk about
his colonisation with AT & T ( but Einreb 's friends are : - ), so he just told a
different truth, `` I got a good falling out computer software from AT & T. ``

Once inside, Einreb and Nairb went their separate directions as Einreb
settled into his cubicle for the day.



'' Hey Einreb ! '' Naoj called out from the cubicle across the aisle.



'' What 's up ? '' Einreb asked.



'' How do I find special persona in SPF edit again ? ``



'' eccentric F P'.' . ``



'' Thanks ! ``



'' No problem. ``

At work, the programmers around him had discovered that his 10 old age of
mainframe programming experience at AT & T, and 20 geezerhood programming boilers suit,
came in Handy when they needed to know some esoteric detail about ISPF,
COBOL, PL/1, JCL, VSAM, DB/2 or CICS.



'' Hey Einreb ! '' Rehtse asked while leaning over the cubicle wall from her
carrell adjacent to his.



'' What 's up, Rehtse ? ``



'' Do you know an sluttish way to tuck sequence number into a flat file ? ``



'' Sure, you can do that with ISPF. Just edit the file, turn turn modality
on, then change state it off again. ``



'' I already tried that. The file is too big for SPF, and I do n't require
COBOL numbering. ``



'' You could always use Syncsort. ``



'' Syncsort ? You ca n't put sequence act in a Indian file with Syncsort ! ``



'' Sure you can ! I 've done it tidy sum of sentence to establish examination data. ``



'' Then why is n't it in Quick-ref ? ``



'' It 's in Quickref, but Quickref does n't excuse clearly how to do it. ``



'' You 're pulling my leg, Einreb. ``



As a salesclerk, Einreb did n't have a TSO ID. `` Let me sit at your terminal
for a moment, and I 'll demonstrate you how. ``



'' I do n't really give clock time for this, Einreb, '' Rehtse said. `` But courtship
yourself. ``



Einreb sat at Rehtse 's pole and typed the pursue JCL into a
member in her JCLLIB PDS :



//SORT EXEC PGM=SYNCSORT, REGION=4M

//SORTLIB DD DSN=SYS1.SORTLIB, DISP=SHR

//SYSOUT DD SYSOUT=*

//SORTIN DD *

/*

//SORTOUT DD DSN=REHTSE01.TEST.SORT,

// DISP= ( NEW, CATLG, DELETE ),

// UNIT=DISK, SPACE= ( CYL, ( 1,1 ), RLSE ),

// DCB= ( RECFM=FB, LRECL=15, BLKSIZE=0 )

//SYSIN DD *

variety FIELDS= ( 0001,010, CH, A )

OUTREC FIELDS= ( SEQNUM,5, ZD, START=8, INCR=3,0001,010 )

/*

'' There, '' Einreb said. `` Change the outset and INCR values to suit your
needs, put a JOB board on it, put some test data in SORTIN, print the output
file with a GENER, and run it. ``

Einreb returned to his regular hexahedron to extend transcribing his bit from
this morning 's budget encounter into an email to send out to all the
managers.

The relaxation of Einreb 's day was filled by reserving conference rooms for
approaching meetings, calling Xerox to bespeak a technician for a battler
copier, and confirming that the cafeteria will help java at tomorrow 's
executive luncheon.

Ever since his cheekiness bladder surgery a few class back, when he had
health check insurance at AT & T, Einreb sometimes has bust of looseness at the
most inconvenient prison term. Taking Imodium helped when he had plans to do
something on a Saturday afternoon, but he did n't want to be strung-out on
pharmaceuticals to live his day-to-day life story. That evening, about a 45
moment into his commute, nearly half way home, Einreb stopped into motortruck
stop of US along I-78 to use the men 's room.

After doing what he had to do, he browsed through the pocket-size trucker'
store for a few minutes. Like a quickie-mart, they sold snacks and soda,
but they also sold teamster'log Book, single-valued function, CB receiving set, mud tizzy
depicting naked women, and assorted early `` truck '' stuff. He excused
himself past the truckers browsing around, all big burly guys whom he
would n't want to piss off.

When he arrived domicile, he was thrilled to have a phone message from a
recruiter who had found his resume on programmingjobs.com.

He called the recruiter back and, about 15 minutes later, had lined up
an audience with Unisys in Trenton the following day for a lasting
programming job with benefits.



With his interview suit still freshly pressed, he called in sick, headed
down route 1 past the Quakerbridge Mall, and got off north of Trenton.



The HR handler, Nerak Klov, met him in the lobby and showed him in to a
conference room. She talked briefly about society benefits and such before
leaving to bring in the direction team who would interview him.



The management team filed in and introduced themselves to Einreb. The
coach was Nylorac Nesredna, and the former appendage of the squad were Ennayd
Yksnad, Ekim Sirrom, and Lav Veyilas.



Nylorac started by asking him what service program he would use to produce a VSAM
file.



'' Everyone knows that ! '' Einreb answered. `` You use IDCAMS. ``



Nylorac laughed and said, `` Not everyone knows that. ``



The technical questions were pretty basic, but the pressure was building
during his offset guessing at a programming job in over a year.

'' What is the conflict between a articulation and a union ? '' Ekim asked.

Einreb answered, `` A joint takes two different tables and connects them
side-by-side, using keys in each of the mesa to agree up corresponding
rows, to create one widely table. An inner join only returns rows where keys
match on both tables, but an outer join returns every row of both tables,
even if there 's no matching key on one mesa. '' He knew his answer was
somewhat imprecise and there was Sir Thomas More to it than that, and he could go on
about left and right joint, but he did n't want to make a error and say
something awry, so he left it at that. Besides, union and junction are
really ineffective SQL, and no one hardly ever uses them if they can avail
it.

'' And what about a trade union ? '' Ekim persisted.

'' A brotherhood takes two table with similar characteristics and stacks them
to make water one long table. '' Again, he knew the answer was somewhat imprecise.
well-nigh programmers would create a VIEW of the board and create the JOIN or
coupling from the VIEW rather than the table itself, but anyone who knew DB2
would know what he meant.

Ekim continued asking about pointer, DML vs. DDL, SPUFI, DCLGEN, and
former look of DB2 programming.



Then their focus changed to CICS interrogative sentence. His thinker froze when Ennayd
asked him what TRANID he would use to debug a CICS program. He knew the
solvent. It was on the tip of his tongue. But all he could say was,
'' Sorry, my psyche went blank. ``



Still, he knew that he had answered most of the technical questions
correctly.



The personality interrogation came adjacent. offset came the dreaded, `` Do you
prefer to work alone or in a team ? '' question.



Einreb was a programmer through and through. Like any self-respecting
techie geek, he loved zippo better than to be given a set of
necessary, a deadline, and left alone to code. `` I love to work with
hoi polloi, '' he answered. `` I 've worked on large team, and I 've worked alone.
I work well either way. ``



'' What was your favorite assignment ? ``



That was easily. `` The fourth dimension I was the last remaining programmer on a small
task as a result of downsizing. I was assigned to a director who knew
little about my project, so I met with my users, did software maintenance,
ran the daily production cycle, and my desk sound was the helper line for the
scheme. ``



The questioning went on like that for about an minute, then they asked him
if he had any questions.



Of course, he wanted to ask them the really important questions, like
how long the workday was, if they can wear jeans to do work, and how many
vacation twenty-four hour period they got a yr. But he knew better. `` What challenges will
I face on this assignment ? '' and `` Have you done a risk analytic thinking for the
piece of work, and what contingency have you identified ? ``



The interview finally ended and they thanked each other for their time.



Einreb started his car and his eyes suddenly brightened. He rolled down
his windowpane and yelled out, `` CEDF ! '' as if the citizenry on the 4th level of the
distant office building could hear, while drawing curious stares from
passers-by on the sidewalk.



Upon returning home, he made a few changes to the thank-you letter of the alphabet he
had already saved in his PC, printed them out, and dropped them in the
mail.



Upon arriving at work the followers day, Noaj called over to Einreb from
her cube. `` Hey Einreb, can you occur over for a mo ? ``



Thankful to take a break from figuring how many bagels he needed to
order from the cafeteria for adjacent week 's department status get together, Einreb
across the aisle. `` What 's up, Noaj ? ``

'' My TSO session 's locked up recalling an HSM 'd dataset ! Ever since
screen background Services re-imaged my PC to XP last calendar month, I lost my PA2 key ! They
say you 're good at this PC stuff too. Do you lie with how to get my PA2 key
back ? ``

'' I 'll try. Let me have a seat, '' Einreb said.

Einreb had never used IBM Host On Demand before, and he preferred
rumba, but he knew that these TN3270 emulators all worked much the same.
He clicked on EDIT, then PREFERENCES, then KEYBOARD. ``

'' I tried that, '' Noaj said, `` I do n't see any of the AID headstone listed. ``

Einreb clicked on the drop down carte under class and selected Host
FUNCTIONS. He scrolled down the inclination until he found PA1 and highlighted
the row. He pressed ALT and F1 together, but nothing happened. He rubbed
his Kuki and then clicked on ASSIGN KEY. Again he pressed ALT and F1
together and the key sequence appeared in the row for PA1. He repeated the
steps for PA2 and PA3.

He clicked on APPLY and ended out of the card back to Noaj 's TSO
session. Pressing ALT and F2, he broke out of the HSM wait.

'' There ! ALT-F1 is your PA1 key, F2 is PA2, and so on. ``



'' Thanks Einreb ! You 're a aliveness rescuer ! ``

'' No job, '' Einreb answered and went back to counting bagels.

# # #

After several mean solar day had passed, he sent an electronic mail to Nerak Klov asking her
if they had reached a decision yet.

Her reply the keep an eye on day was that they had chosen another candidate.

He replied asking her for some feedback why he was passed over, and she
replied again saying that he was n't very unassailable technically.

'' Damn ! '' Einreb said to his computer. `` I 'm as unattackable as anyone ! I 'm
just not a good salesman. ``

# # #

Several weeks passed without any further job pencil lead when Mit Nahanahs,
his immediate supervisor at guardian, stopped by his cubicle and asked to
see him privately.

Mit spoke in his thick London stress, `` Einreb, we 've had some charge
from the straits of alimony about the bathrooms. ``

'' What about the bathrooms ? '' Einreb asked.

'' He says you 've left mint in the bathrooms on two occasions. ``

Einreb thought quick. There had been a few times that his diarrhoea
after an occasional overweight lunch had overwhelmed a crapper in the men 's room
and caused it to well over. But remembering advice that his attorney gave him
after the settlement of his setup by AT & T, he knew the best defense team
against almost any accusation was over denial. `` You 've got the wrong
guy, Mit. I do n't get laid anything about any jam in the bathrooms ! ``

'' You were seen by the security measures guard duty on two occasions leaving the
bathroom. The cleaning lady complained, and the head of maintenance made a
big stink to Knarf. ``

'' But I do n't sleep with anything about this ! What does the drumhead of
maintenance have against me ? What did I ever do to him ? ``

'' If you were a regular employee, you 'd be able to attract. But since
you 're a temp, we have no choice but to let you go. ``

'' What ! You ca n't be serious, Mit ! Over a toilet overflowing ? ``

'' I need your badge, Einreb. Please follow me out of the building. ``

In plus to heavy eating, stress also triggered his ailment. He
pulled into the Bloomsbury hand truck layover on his way home early that day.
Einreb pondered his predicament while sitting on the throne. `` Could I sue
Guardian for violating the American English With Disabilities Act ? I wonder if
lacking a impudence vesica counts as a legal disablement. With my lot, I bet
it does n't ! Shit ! ``

On his way out, he stopped at the Burger King counter and ordered a
beefburger and fries.

Making his way to the little din area, he took a tail and watched the
big rigs movement in and out of the truck contain through the photographic plate glass window
while he ate his burger. `` Well, '' he thought to himself, `` I have raft of
time to finish playing Halo. Maybe I 'll stop at the plaza on my way home
and pre-order doughnut 2. ``

He felt conspicuously out of place sitting among the grubby looking
guys, presumably all hand truck drivers. But he kept to himself while he
nibbled on his burger.

'' Hi there, '' a voice came from behind him.

Looking up from his Warren Burger, a tall black fair sex was standing over him
carrying a tray. `` Want some company ? '' she asked.

'' Uhm, sure, '' Einreb replied, quickly studying the muscular cleaning lady wearing
a gray coverall and heavy ignominious study shoes.

Sitting down, she said, `` I 'm Tamila. ``

'' Einreb, '' Einreb said looking into her eyes and guessing that she was
about his age.

'' Do you fuck how many teamster it takes to shift a light bulb ? '' she
asked.

'' Uh, '' Einreb stammered. `` No. ``

'' None. They pay stevedore to do it ! '' and let out a giggle.

'' Oh ? '' is all Einreb said.

She leaned forward and whispered, `` Hmm, you 're cunning. ``

Einreb gasped, `` Really ? '' He picked a little truck driver slang in the handful
of times he had browsed through the truckers'storehouse, and wondered if she
was what they called a lot lizard.

'' Yeah, you 're the first guy I seen in here in a long sentence what 's got all
his dentition, '' she whispered and laughed.

That was n't totally true, Einreb thought ; most of the truckers seemed to
be reasonably ordinary looking guys. Though there was also to a greater extent than a few
who seemed rather unwell, with a fair share of visibly missing teeth. At
that, Einreb took a closer look at her. She was fairly attractive, though
not glamourous. And, yes, she had all her teeth, all pearly white. Her
hair's-breadth was in cornrows on the top, and hung down all in twist along the side
and back. `` Well, you 're pretty attractive yourself, '' Einreb said.

'' Thanks, '' she said. `` So what you drive ? ``

Einreb leaned back. `` crusade ? Uhm, a Cadillac. Why ? ``

She let out a garish jape. `` A Cadillac ? That 's a good one ! ``

'' What do you drive ? '' he asked.

'' A Volvo, '' she said with a smile.

'' Oh ? '' Einreb remembered considering between the Cadillac, BMW, Benz,
Volvo, and Lexus, when he bought his Cadillac. `` Volvos are really nice. ``

'' Yup ! '' She said, `` The best ! And I only got 185,000 miles on it. ``

'' Oh ? So you 've had it for quite a few years then ! ``

'' Nope ! Bought it trade name new last year, '' she said, beaming with pride.

'' Last year ? '' Einreb choked back his amazement.

'' Yeah, got an Eaton-Fuller ten-speed and a Cummins 540 ... ''

Einreb was never one to trick out his cars, and so had no clue what she
was talking about.

'' ... and, '' she reached out and slid her index finger down his hand toward
his finger, `` a two-base hit sleeper condo upstairs. ``

'' Oh ! '' Einreb stammered, finally catching on.

Finishing their burger, Einreb was frantically trying to think of a way
to get out of there without causing a scene.

'' So, '' she said with a grin, `` your motortruck or mine ? ``

Einreb, having no truck, said, `` Your Volvo sounds good. ``

'' Then come on ! '' She grabbed his arm and practically pulled him through
the truck stop, into a hallway in the back, past a waiting area where truckers
were watching a big-screen TV, and out into the parking lot in the dorsum,
jam-packed with 18-wheelers.

She led him to a motortruck emblazoned with the logo of a gigantic woman
carrying a truck trailer on her back like telamon carrying the Earth. The
gens under the logo said, `` Big Mutha teamster. ``

'' Welcome to my home, '' Tamila said upon entering the cab of the hand truck,
whereupon she wrapped her blazon around Einreb and slammed her mouth against
his.

Mouth to utter, Tamila pulled Einreb up into the sleeping car berth up above
in the back of the cab. A little 9 '' TV hung down from the cap facing
the point of the bed.

Einreb did n't know where to lead off. He had never been with such an
belligerent adult female before. And he had never known many black people, let
alone had had a black girlfriend.

'' You 're shy ! '' she suddenly said as they fell into the bed overlooking
the interior of the truck cab. `` That makes me so hot ! ``

Before Einreb had a chance to respond, she had unzipped her coverall down
to her navel letting her bellying breasts wiggle into horizon. Her nipples had
already swollen bigger than he had ever seen nipples be.

'' Like 'em ? '' she asked.

'' Yeah ! '' Einreb said. `` They do look tasty ! ``

'' Then what you waiting for ? '' She leaned forward pressing him onto his
back and pressing one of her coal-black pap tightly down against his
mouth.

Einreb sucked the huge nipple in his backtalk for all he was worth, causing
it to tumefy even bigger.

A few moments later, she lifted her muscular chest up and lowered the
other nipple to his mouth.

By then, she was laying on top of him. After he had teased her other
mammilla to intumesce proportions she lifted up and said, `` So, you going to
show me what you got, or what ? ``

He was already toilsome than he had ever been in a long metre, and he hoped
she would be impressed, or at least not thwarted. He sat up, pilled
off his shirt, kicked his shoes off, unbuckled his belt and started to pull
his stevedore down.

'' Hurry up already ! '' she said. With a laughter, she added, `` I got to get my
onus to Detroit by tomorrow ! ``

Einreb pulled his dockworker off, then she grabbed his BVD 's and finished
the job, letting his member spring to attending before her eyes.

'' Ohhhh ! '' she said with a grinning and grabbed his cock. She stroked it a
few fourth dimension, and Einreb felt the pressure edifice quickly. In another
indorsement, he was going to blow up into her hand.

She stopped, and kicked her shoes off, letting fall to the floor below,
then unzipped her coverall all the way off and tossed it down too.



She swung her nude Shirley Temple Black trunk onto his, with her ass over his head and
her brain at his crotch, and settled onto him.

He gasped as she pressed her fumble against his mouth, squeezing his head word
between her thighs, as she looked up directly into her recondite wickedness black ass
crack hovering just above his font. Then he moaned when she plunged his
cock into her mouth. She took it all the way down her pharynx and began to
suction on it. Being well primed already, he let go, exploding mysterious into her
pharynx, with muscle spasm after spasm.

She sucked him dry, then sat up, sitting on his face.

'' Now you eat me ! '' she commanded.

Her soaking pussy was pressing down directly against his back talk with the
force out of the, not inconsequential, full weightiness of her body.

He began to drub slowly, then more forcefully. He was n't a sum dweeb,
and so knew his way around a woman. He licked up and down her dent, poking
his glossa up into her pussycat, then down again to riff her clit.

'' Oh ! Just do that ! '' she moaned.

He flicked her clit a few more than metre, then drew it into his mouth,
sucking on it like a lollypop. He continued to suck it cryptical and thick,
while flicking, licking, and teasing it with his tongue.

'' Oh yes ! Oh yes ! '' she screamed.

Einreb continued, and was soon rewarded with her quaking madly while
sitting on his face.

Einreb was about to pass out from holding his breathing place when she fell
forward again. She lay on him panting for a few mo, then crawled
around on top of him to lay back on him facing him.

'' God ! You know you 're well at that ? ``

'' Actually, '' he admitted, `` I 've been told by yesteryear girlfriends that I 'm
pretty good at giving head word. ``

'' shit right you are ! ``

Again, she leaned down and began to kiss him once more. They spent a
good five minutes swapping spit and wrestling tongues when she lifted her
torso up and reached up into a compartment over the bed.

Einreb recognized the lilliputian package as she asked, `` quick for the grand
closing curtain ? Or do I need to get you hard again ? ``

'' It 's been a while, so I 'm hard again right now. ``

'' So you are, '' she laughed, squeezing his intemperately cock between her thighs.
'' You want to put it on, or me ? ``

Einreb smiled. `` You can put it on if you want. ``

'' Then retain your breath again, '' she said as she quickly swung her ass
around and sat on his face again.

The intensity of her weight bearing down on his boldness as she unrolled the
rubber onto his dick almost made him come up a second time before she was
done. Fortunately, she put it on him quickly and lowered herself onto his
lap.

She grabbed his stopcock and slowly lowered herself onto him, guiding his
penis into her pussy as she settled onto his lap.

Feeling himself deep inside her, he began to push up into her, lifting
her with each thrust, and even causing the massive truck to stimulate with each
thrust.

Once again, she drained him and then fell on top of him. For the thirdly
time, she planted her brim to his and sucked his lingua into her mouth.
They kissed a picayune more and then she rested her drumhead on his shoulder joint.
'' undecomposed night, lover. ``

'' dear dark, '' he answered, but she had already fallen asleep on top of
him.

# # #

Einreb awoke to the sounds of hand truck idling outside. The part about
'' sleeps two '' was a tad of an magnification. Tamila was still lying on top
of him when he awoke.

Tamila let out a yawn, kissed him, and leaned up, her ample tit
jiggling in his side. `` forenoon, devotee ! ``

'' Let 's get the inspection out of the way before we go have breakfast,
okay ? ``

'' Sure. ``

'' Help me do my inspection, and we can have got more fun before we go our
separate agency. okeh ? '' she asked.

'' Okay. ``

She slipped back into her coverall and climbed out of the tractor cab.
'' check-out procedure my brake origin and the fifth-wheel for me, while I check the back of
the trailer. ``

The truck had 18 wheels, and Einreb had no idea which one was the fifth.
At to the lowest degree, he saw her glance between the back of the cab and the front man of
the trailer at the red, blue, and greenness coiled cables that connected the
truck together, so he climbed up and looked them over. The green cable
just pulled out of the plug when he tugged on it, so he plugged it back in
snugly. The red and blue-blooded cable system were a petty odd ; he managed to worm one
off and realized that they were air hoses. He wondered why on earth the
trailer had to be connected to the tractor with air hoses, but he twisted
the connected back on snugly. He did the same with the other, and they
seemed to be connected securely.

Tamila had walked around the trailer. `` Start the truck for me ? '' she
asked.

Einreb shrugged ; how difficult could it be to just start a truck ? His
mallet had a joystick, so he knew how to pop a monetary standard. But man ! There
were More gauge than on a jet aeroplane ! He wondered what the two big knobs
were for -- the red one shaped like a plosive sign, and the sensationalistic diamond ;
they looked pretty important so he figured it was best not to disturb those.
He jiggled the stick shift and wondered what the transposition on the boss was
for. He stepped on the brake and the clutch bag and reached around the steering
column, but could n't detect the key on the column. Looking closely, he saw
the key hanging from a simple keyhole under the dash. He turned the key,
but it only went one detent and would n't go any further. The truck did n't
start. And some alarum started buzzing loudly.

Tamila climbed in the passenger face. `` Something wrong ? ``

'' Look, Tamila. I got to narrate you something. ``

'' What ? ``

'' I 'm not a hand truck driver. I just stopped in to the truck stop yesterday
to get a burger at BK. I have n't a clew about trucks. ``

'' Oh ? Then what do you do ? ``



'' I 'm a coder. ``

'' Yeah ? Where ? ``

'' well, do you need the whole fib ? ``

'' I 'm all ears, shekels ! ``



'' I started at a company called Troll up in Mahwah. I refused to do
drugs at a political party at this guy 's house after work, and when he got promoted,
he fired me. ``

'' Shit ! ``

'' Then I worked at AT & T in Piscataway until I complained about some
office hazing. ``

'' reduplicate shit ! ``



'' Then I got a clerical job at protector out in Bethlehem-Judah ; but I got fired
because I had diarrhea a few weeks ago, and the cleansing lady complained
about me causing the commode to brim over. ``

'' Man ! public lecture about a hard chance story ! Hey ! So you know what
discrimination feel like now ! ``

'' fountainhead, I guess your right. I guess I do. ``

'' Going to sue the bastards ? I ai n't no lawyer, but what that final
society did was definitely against the ADA ! ``

'' Yeah, maybe. But I do n't want to play victim or sue anyone. I just
want to put it behind me. ``

'' So what you going to do now ? ``

'' I was on my way dwelling house to sign up to call for unemployment, that 's what. ``

'' I got 's a expert idea than that ! ``

'' What ? ``

'' Ride with me ! ``

'' ride with you ? ``

'' Yeah ! ``

'' You mean, in a motortruck ? This truck ? ``

'' surely ! Lots of hoi polloi team up. Make more money that way ! ``

'' But I do n't have intercourse how to ride a hand truck ! ``

'' Then I 'll teach you. It ai n't hard. '' She paused and added, `` Well,
double-clutching while downshifting 's a bitch, but I 'll do all the alley
work until you get good at it. And you do n't got to put up with no
embodied bullshit no more ! C'mon ! ``



'' Well, OK. If I can hook my XBOX up to your TV in the vertebral column, you got
yourself a partner ! ``

'' Yeehaw ! Let 's foretoken the batch with a osculation. ``

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